Devil(Part-3)

"Forgive me, my Lord. I, your lowly servant–"

Dante's shadow fell over the deranged enemy. Gripping the sword with both hands, the masked Holder held it poised above the Attendant's head. "-this vessel asked for you to let me ou-"

The Matriarch Bronze Sword descended in a swift, precise motion, splattering Dante's hole-ridden suit with a spray of blood. After looking at the rolling head of the Attendant, the masked holder kicked the body.

"No head regeneration, huh?" Dante mused. 

"Forgive me, my Lord. I, your lowly servant–"

Dante's shadow fell over the deranged enemy. Gripping the sword with both hands, the masked Holder held it poised above the Attendant's head. "-this vessel asked for you to let me ou-"

The Matriarch Bronze Sword descended in a swift, precise motion, splattering Dante's hole-ridden suit with a spray of blood. After regarding the rolling head of the Attendant, the masked Holder delivered a kick to the lifeless body.